“It’s from my grandmother’s favorite woodworker in Thailand,” I say, gesturing to the ornately carved headboard and footboard. “I’m also a little bit of a princess when it comes to mattresses. The thicker, the better.”
“Mm.”
Grinning, he kisses me as I lie back on the plush pillows. Once in place, he hovers over me.
“Looks like I made you hard too,” he observes, giving me a lazy smile.
I blush, and he kisses my cheeks.
“I love how red your cheeks get.”
“I get it from my dad. It’s so embarrassing,” I say as my cheeks heat even more.
“It’s not embarrassing to me. You look so beautiful, all red and flushed for me,” he says, lowering his body to mine.
I curse in Thai and English, reveling in the feel of his body on mine.
“This still okay?” Luca asks, genuine concern in his eyes.
“Hell yeah,” I respond, kissing him hard.
He thrusts against me, and I arch, needing more of him.
I shiver. “So thick.”
“You like that?”
“Mm-hmm,” I mutter, lost to sensation.
Luca lays delicate kisses across my collarbones while driving me insane with his thrusts.
“I was so reticent about sex with another person that I completely overlooked…what’s this called?” I gasp, knowing there’s no way I’ll be able to last very long.
“Frotting, Ford. It’s called frotting,” he grunts, a look of determination on his face.
“Oh, I’ve heard of it. Didn’t sound all that fun until…oh, wow. So good.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes, please. Please touch me everywhere.”
“You have lube?” he asks, looking into my eyes.
I flush with embarrassment but point at the bedside table.
“Good boy,” he says, tightening his thighs against my hips as he angles off to grab the bottle.
Oh shit. I forgot.
He opens the drawer, and I let my head fall back to the pillow, waiting for it.
“Wow. This is…quite the collection,” he says, still exploring the drawer. “So…colorful.”
“Shut up,” I pout, rolling my hips.
“Wait…is this a fluffy rainbow-tailed butt plug?” he asks, holding up the butt plug in question.
“I just bought it because it’s pretty! I don’t have it in the rotation.”